Joseph Dunn: Do you think you could beat up Bruce Lee?
David Dunn: No.
Joseph Dunn: I mean, if you knew karate?
David Dunn: Nope.
Joseph Dunn: What if he wasn't allowed to kick, and you were really mad at him?
David Dunn: No, Joseph.

Nina: We have to make him quit. If we get naked pictures of him and pictures of farm animals, I could photoshop them.
Maria Kelly: That's an excellent idea!

Paul Rusesabagina: Hundreds, there were too many to count.
Dube: Why are people so cruel?
Paul Rusesabagina: Hatred... Insanity... I don't know...

Hamish: Some men are longer than others.
Campbell: Your mother's been telling stories about me again, ah?

I wish He had chosen an instrument more wieldy than the House of Representatives.

Abraham Lincoln

The story goes he made a deal to save someone he loved. He'd be normal during the day, but at night, in the presence of evil, the Rider takes over.

Caretaker

Edward Cullen: What did you expect? Coffins and dungeons and moats?
Isabella Swan: No, not the moats.
Edward Cullen: Not the moats.

The only person with whom I felt any kinship with died three hundred years before the birth of Christ. Alexander Macedonian, or Alexander the Great, as you know him.

Adrian Veidt

It was October, freshman year. First time in history that I'd ever missed the bus. If I had arrived on time, I never would've seen her. But as it was, I was the first person at Huntington Hills High to set eyes on Amanda Beckett. It was her first day at school. Then, I'm sitting in class enjoying a late breakfast when out of all the classrooms in the entire school, she walks into mine. And where does the teacher sit her? Right next to me! Now, up until now, one could write this off to coincidence. But then she reaches in her bag and pulls out a strawberry Pop-Tart - the very same breakfast pastry I was consuming at that moment! What was I to do? How was I to proceed?

Preston

Bobby: I had my first wet dream in a sleepin' bag.
Ed: How was it?
Bobby: Great.
Bobby: There's no repeatin' it.

Graham Hess: We're going to board up every window in this house.
Merrill: How do you know boards will do anything?
Graham Hess: Because they seem to have trouble with pantry doors.

Mr. Grandey: This wouldn't happened to have been their reward for reading poetry would it?
Louanne: In my classroom, poetry is its own reward.

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